Though it was hard not to envy other people's mothers, for Taozi, rather than dwelling on envy—she’d rather rely on her own two hands to create happiness.
At the very least, she had to make sure her younger sisters could afford to go to school and learn to read…
So they wouldn’t be forced into early marriages.
"Auntie, I’m going to collect cans now," Taozi said.
"Oh, sorry for keeping you from your work. Here, take this red envelope," Aunt Xian said, pulling one from her bag and stuffing it into Taozi’s hands.
"No, no, no—you really don’t have to! You’re too kind!" Taozi was startled and immediately waved her hands in refusal.
But Aunt Xian insisted, pressing it into her grasp. "It’s just a piece of red paper, no need to be polite."
"I have things to do, so I’ll be going now."
"Ah? O-okay." Taozi wasn’t entirely sure what "red paper" meant, but she’d heard that red envelopes here were usually tokens of good luck, so she reluctantly accepted it.
Watching the aunt walk away, Taozi curiously opened the surprisingly thick envelope—only to find five hundred yuan inside!
"……"
The girl was stunned by the amount. Wasn’t this supposed to be a small token of luck? Usually, people gave ten yuan at most.
At least, that’s what she’d read online.
"The world of the wealthy…" Taozi didn’t understand. She shook her head, carefully tucked the money away, and began gathering the discarded cans from the spectator stands.
Time passed quickly, and by the time she finished, the sky had darkened.
Satisfied, Taozi sat down, eyeing the bag of cans beside her, then pulled a steamed bun from her pocket and began eating it with sips of water.
Though it was bland, she took bite after bite.
Just then, her phone rang—
"I gaze afar~ above the moon~"
Taozi’s hand jerked, nearly dropping the bun. She quickly fished out her worn-out phone and answered.
"Hello—"
"You useless brat, how is this month’s money so little?!" A woman’s voice screeched through the phone, laced with fury.
Taozi froze, then clutched the phone tighter. "I-I put it in the card…?"
"Not enough! Scrounge up more, or those brats at home can forget about school!" the woman continued to berate. "School, school, school—what’s the point?! Girls studying is useless! The neighbor offered fifty thousand in betrothal gifts, and you still refused to marry! If you can’t even earn money, what good are you?! Worthless!"
"I… I know…"
"Hurry up!"
The call ended abruptly. Taozi stared blankly at the phone in her hand before silently putting it away and continuing to chew on her bun.
Somehow, the tasteless bun suddenly turned salty.
And carried a faint metallic tang.
Tears streamed down Taozi’s face as she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. She scrubbed at her eyes with her sleeve, but the droplets fell like broken pearls, unstoppable, pattering onto the field.
"Ugh…"
"Uu…"
"I’m so tired…"
"Really… so tired…"
Her voice choked with sobs, she rubbed her eyes fiercely again, then took deep, shuddering breaths to steady herself.
"Mm…"
"Uu…"
"I… can’t collapse. My sisters need to go to school. They need to see how dazzling the city outside is." Taozi stood up, as if rallying herself. "Hah!"
Her shout echoed across the empty field, oddly cathartic.
She wolfed down the last of the bun, drained the water bottle, and dragged the bag of cans away.
The night sky was murky, but the girl’s figure, stubborn and resilient like the few flickering stars above, gradually vanished into the shadows.
……
"Huff…"
"Huff…"
"Huff…"
In a well-lit city apartment, Ye Shuang was lifting dumbbells, working on his muscles.
"What’s up with brother?"
"Ye Shuang says he’s not old yet, so he’s building muscle," Tang Keke explained. After dinner, Chen Qin had returned to the company, leaving Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke lounging on the sofa, watching Ye Shuang exercise. Admittedly, he had put on some weight.
It seemed that when life got comfortable, "happy fat" was inevitable.
After all, good moods led to bigger appetites, and without worries, sleep came easily.
If not for his job as a school doctor, it’d be no different from raising a pig.
"I don’t think brother’s changed at all. He’s always been handsome," Tang Keke giggled.
"But being round isn’t great, right, Yuyou?"
"Round…" Bai Yuyou suddenly imagined Ye Shuang as a plump, round figure. Her ahoge shot upright.
"Like. Round is cute."
Tang Keke tapped her chin.
"Yuyou, your tastes are unique."
"Mhm. Feels…" Bai Yuyou pointed at Yi Wan, curled up nearby, "like Yi Wan. Soft."
Yi Wan lazily cracked an eye open, yawned, and went back to sleep.
The orange cat was now pushing fifteen pounds—overweight for his breed, a size usually seen in larger cats like Ragdolls.
At this point, Yi Wan was basically a giant chicken drumstick.
"Metabolism slows with age, and sitting around all day as a school doctor doesn’t help. The weight piles on fast," Ye Shuang mused. Today’s sports day had made him realize—
He wasn’t even thirty yet. No reason to slack off.
At the very least, he should aim to restore his abs from eight to four.
"Yuyou, come hold my legs. I’m doing sit-ups." Feeling his arms ache, Ye Shuang decided to shift focus to his belly.
"Okay."
Bai Yuyou stood, then sat on his lower abdomen as he lay down.
"Uh, not there." Ye Shuang awkwardly nudged her back. From this angle, it looked… questionable.
"Oh." She scooted back.
Finally settled, Bai Yuyou anchored his legs firmly.
"Huff…"
"Huff…"
"Huff…"
Ye Shuang started his sit-ups, but exhaustion hit fast. Soon, he collapsed onto the floor. "Whew, really out of shape. Forty and I’m done."
Bai Yuyou watched, then crawled over and nestled against his arm, gazing up at him like a small animal.
"What’s up?" Ye Shuang asked, meeting her stare.
"Ye Shuang…"
"Yeah?"
"Round is cute too."
Ye Shuang: "?"
What did that mean?

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"